Wearing a green shirt and walking the ancient road, half a broken sword looking for the fairy trail. The fairy road is vast, and the red clothes are burning. Playing the sword and singing songs, poetry and wine travel far. Tasting fairy tea, enjoying the autumn water and the flowers before the moon. Climb to the sky, see the wind and clouds, the sky and the earth are small, and the sea smiles, and I am the only one who is at ease. (Book friends who feel that the beginning is indifferent, please stick to Chapter 25.)